Little Kicker

A few days ago I began my 18th week of pregnancy. It was early morning, about 5am. The howler monkeys were loudly celebrating the sunrise in the distance and although we still had another half hour before the coffee smells drifted through the open window, I was awake. For the first time I was sure that I felt the little creature inside me kicking. I gently picked up my husband’s sleepy hand and rested it on my belly so he could feel it too. It was the most awesome moment of our pregnancy so far. As if the baby was joining in with the monkeys in letting us know it was time to get up and greet the day.